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We've all been there during our teenage years. We've all been absolutely in love with a girl who doesn't even know you exist.
You see her across the classroom every day. You notice how her hair bunches around her shoulders. You notice how she wears her glass slightly down her nose. You notice how she looks up with that expression on her face as she writes.
You sit next to her in another lesson. You smell the sweet scents of her perfume and shampoo. You notice how her face scrunches up when she makes a mistake and the little sigh she lets out.
You admire her from afar. You look at her Facebook page and you look at her favourite music and films and imagine her at home listening to it or watching them. You watch how she walks and laughs with her friends down the corridor.
You're complete in love with her. You know so much about her. You want to know everything you can about her and hang on to every tidbit of information like a starving man hangs on to food.
But she doesn't know you exist.
She never speaks to you. She never looks at you. She never looks at your social media page. She is never consciously aware of your existence. After you spend months, if not years, being in love with her and hanging on to her every action, imagining scenarios in which you ask her on a date to the cinema or for a meal, or offer to help her with her homework only for you two to clumsily kiss, she doesn't know who you are.
Then, one day, her thot friend makes a joke "haha, OrangeFez2311 is your boyfriend". And her face contorts in a disgusted, confused sneer infused with a hint of humour. "What, that? Him haha, he's gross, who'd want him?"
And then your entire world comes crashing down.
All truecels have been in this position.
You see her across the classroom every day. You notice how her hair bunches around her shoulders. You notice how she wears her glass slightly down her nose. You notice how she looks up with that expression on her face as she writes.
You sit next to her in another lesson. You smell the sweet scents of her perfume and shampoo. You notice how her face scrunches up when she makes a mistake and the little sigh she lets out.
You admire her from afar. You look at her Facebook page and you look at her favourite music and films and imagine her at home listening to it or watching them. You watch how she walks and laughs with her friends down the corridor.
You're complete in love with her. You know so much about her. You want to know everything you can about her and hang on to every tidbit of information like a starving man hangs on to food.
But she doesn't know you exist.
She never speaks to you. She never looks at you. She never looks at your social media page. She is never consciously aware of your existence. After you spend months, if not years, being in love with her and hanging on to her every action, imagining scenarios in which you ask her on a date to the cinema or for a meal, or offer to help her with her homework only for you two to clumsily kiss, she doesn't know who you are.
Then, one day, her thot friend makes a joke "haha, OrangeFez2311 is your boyfriend". And her face contorts in a disgusted, confused sneer infused with a hint of humour. "What, that? Him haha, he's gross, who'd want him?"
And then your entire world comes crashing down.
All truecels have been in this position.
